That Which Does Not Kill Me Makes Me Hipper (R​.​U. Sirius with 1982 - 2010 +)

by R.U. Sirius & Various Bands

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A collection of selections of my favorite songs from bands I was in or worked with or wrote lyrics for. My vocals are on songs 2,4,5,6,7,8.12,13. My lyrics are on all except Girl with a Radio by Patrick Lowery and Gimme Helter (instrumental)
Vocals on I Should've been a Guru and Everybody Must Get Rehab by Matt Sabo
I Hope You Didn't Dose The Pudding by Pizza T
Vocals on I Wanna Be Your Radio by Scrappi DuChamp
Shared vocals on IOU Babe by Scrappi DuChamp
Bands were:
Party Dogs, 1982
MONDO Vanilli 1992, 1994
SLT 2010
Phriendz and R.U. Sirius 2016

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released August 8, 2016

Mondo Vanilli
Party Dogs
Phriendz w. R.U. Sirius & Party Dogs
SLT
Phriendz and R.U. Sirius

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R.U. Sirius & Various Bands San Francisco, California

Photo above by Eve Berni

R.U. Sirius and his various bands past, present and future. R.U. Sirius was Editor in chief of legendary cyberpunk magazine MONDO 2000 in the early 1990s. Since then, he swallowed the sun in entirety and has given up acid for antacid. Bands include Party Dogs and Mondo Vanilli among others ... more

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Track Name: SLT - I Should've Been A Guru (2010)
I should've been a guru
Young girls for the pickings
Followers wash my asshole
And grown men weep at my face
I think I could've made a go
Smile always and act like I know
The perfect secrets of the cosmic wow
But it's too late to be a guru now

I should've been a guru
Talk shows with Larry King
White robes in a limousine
A long beard and a big ring
I know I could've been at peace
A happy face and perfect teeth
Free eats off the sacred cow
But it's too late to be a guru now

I should've been a guru
Sitting still up on a hill
No stress no mess
No sins to confess
No action no friction
Never watched Pulp Fiction
Just laugh while the people bow
But it's too late to be a guru now

I should've been a guru
Track Name: Party Dogs/Phriendz Remix - President Mussolini Makes The Planes Run On Time 1982/2016 Trumped Up Version
lyrics from original, some not used in this version

He is the air controller
You are the air
The people are proud of their father
Foreigners beware
He’s got a neutron charge card
He’s a mighty tough customer
He’s the glorious defender of the homeland
He just might play tough with ya


President Mussolini makes the planes run on time
Oh dig it little Arabella
He’s a strong man
Keep ‘em flyin’

Newspapers scream “He’s a winner.”
Nobody’s sayin’ what’s being won
Actor image - no content
What exactly is being done?
Send a little aid down south just to
Kill a few San Salvador nuns
Down in South Africa on civilized business
Trying to get gold for guns

Couldn’t be easier to know just what to do
If you were holding out all the money
Just a-looking for an easy going mechanic of depression
And then to wind up with your teeth against the wire fence
Wind up in the smallest of worlds crotch to the angriest lips
One deadly little spasm in the B.F. Skinner cancerteria
One deadly little spasm and what did this money buy?

Keep ‘em flying
Track Name: Phriendz with R.U. Sirius I Hope You Didn't Dose The Pudding (2016)
I HOPE YOU DIDN’T DOSE THE PUDDING

i asked my baby for her tantric thing
she tossed away the side of her face
she's an elevated totally evil wigged-out angel
she shaked clear and showed me her glass spine
i asked my baby for a 5 dollar bill
she says she's very very smart
she's a masculine italian gangster movie
she wears those black satin gloves so groovy
i asked my baby to look beneath the sheets
she feels the breath of god caress her
she loves old wiseman in Beatle boots
she likes the thrill of the overdosed jester
i asked my baby why we jumped outta the womb
she wants a lie that’s more fulfilling
I smile gee whiz we're roller-coaster baby-friends
I hope you didn’t dose dose dose the pudding
I hope you didn’t dose dose dose the pudding
I hope you didn’t dose dose dose the pudding
I hope you didn’t dose dose dose the pudding
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Track Name: Party Dogs - Glad Handed (1982)
Stand tall
Stand funky
Don’t worry
Be happy
Madly happy
Keep on rappin’
What me worry?
Glad handed
Stand tall
Stand funky
Don’t worry
Be happy

Have a ball
Stand funky
Don’t worry
Be happy
Madly happy
Keep on rappin’
What me worry?
Glad handed
Stand tall
Stand funky
Don’t worry
Be happy

You could be a Christ creator
Answer those things you find in the paper
Don’t be afraid to call that number
Don’t hesitate to fulfill that hunger
You could be a Christ creator
Don’t hesitate to fulfill that hunger

You would make a lovely dictator
A wizened rising hip little scene maker
Don’t be ashamed we need a hen house lover
Don’t be afraid to be our real cool comer
You would make a lovely dictator
Don’t be afraid to be our real cool comer

Stand tall
Stand funky
Don’t worry
Be happy
Madly happy
Keep on rappin’
What me worry?
Glad handed
Stand tall
Stand funky
Don’t worry
Be happy

Have a ball
Stand funky
Don’t worry
Be happy
Madly happy
Keep on rappin’
What me worry?
Glad handed
Stand tall
Stand funky
Don’t worry
Be happy
Track Name: Party Dogs, Remix by Phriendz 2016 - On The Beam/Phriedz remix (1982/2016)
She’s so fine
On the beam
And she’s so high
On the beam
On the beam
All the time
In the world
Well if you try
You’re a lucky girl lucky girl

If you can feel it
You can dance forever
If you can deal with it
Live forever live forever
Everything
Will be ours
From the planet
To the stars to the stars

We’re getting on the beam
Things are just as they seem
Immortality in the age of the clever
Live forever live forever

On the beam
Live forever
Track Name: MONDO Vanilli - Love Is The Product (1994)
President sucks on a pork rind
Dictator's wife does the bump and grind
Guess I'll do up another line
The rules they don't apply to me
The rules they don't apply
The rules they don't apply

Women will rule over men
'Cept for me - I'll rule over them
And everybody's gotta be sweet
"Cept for me - I got a right to tweek
And you gonna be my freak
You gonna be my freak

The medium is the message
Money makes it dance
Love is the product
The joke is in your pants

A love like the nasty dry cat tongue licks against the jewels angst
Sho' 'nuff broken in a world of cloised noise and glass ashtrays
Our landscape was like the blinking lights on a Vegas street in search of a meal
But I love you more than paradise baby -- you're a cadillac amongst humans

The medium is the message
Money makes it dance
Love is the product
The joke is in your pants
Track Name: Party Dogs - I Politican (1982)
I’ve got a little think tank
I call it home
I ain’t too highly paid though
Just flesh and bone
I’ll put a little thingie out
On video cassette
And hope the Minister of Propaganda
Don’t get too upset

Still it all comes though
The United Matrix of America
Pagan rhythms out of Africa
Pagan shipments out of Kathmandu
From the Aztecs to the Ming
Genetic carnival on wings

We’ve got a little freak show
We call it “The Hunchback Squeaks”
And then I politician
I get on up and I speaks
“I got a lotta rage” he cries
“And lots of irony”
You’re baboons in a cage” he lies
“I’m going to set you free”

Still it all comes though
The United Matrix of America
Pagan rhythms out of Africa
Pagan shipments out of Kathmandu
From the Aztecs to the Ming
Genetic carnival on wings

Gotta get back to L.A. now
Got a media jones
Talking with the network boys
and taking out more loans
I get 3 minutes on NBC
Attack the ruling class
I've got 4 friends at NASA now
If I have to move my ass

Still it all comes though
The United Matrix of America
Pagan rhythms out of Africa
Pagan shipments out of Kathmandu
From the Aztecs to the Ming
Genetic carnival on wings
Track Name: Party Dogs - Girl With A Radio (1982)
by Pat Lowery

by Pat Lowery

I just saw the girl with the perfect hair
Dum dee dum dee dum dee dum dee dee doo
I just saw the car with the perfect keys
Dum dee dum dee dum dee dum dee doo wah
Let’s steal our lives with the keys of the rich
Dum dee dum dee dum dee dum dee dee doo
Here comes a little cutie with a fish in her hair
There goes a wave with some cheap glasses on

Everybody’s waiting for the weekend
My hands are waiting for her pants
I’m the one who needs those keys
To finish dum dee dum dee dum dee doo doo
Now I’m a communist with a cynical eye
See me riding with my leather whip
To the end of the sea with my dum dee doo doo
To the end of Russia with my radio

Dum dee dum dee what the fuck ever hahahahahaha
Track Name: SLT - Everybody Must Get Rehab (2010)
Everybody must take their shoes off at the airport
Everybody must plug their car in at the carport
Everybody still loves Britney when her dress's short
Everybody has to have a quick and snarky retort
But things here aren't really all that bad
Since everybody must get rehab

They stone you when you don't wear your chador
They stone you and they call you a whore
They stone you in Iraq and in Iran
They stone you and then they cut off your hand
But here things aren't really quite as bad
Still everybody must get rehab

Everybody must get their free botox injection
Everybody must be available for inspection
Everybody must get a way rad looking cell phone
Everybody must pay back the interest on that home loan
But I guess things aren't quite so bad
Still everybody must get rehab

They stone you when your homeless and your poor
They stone you when you can't say who your for
They stone you like they stoned Tupac Shakur
They even stone you when you close the white house door
But I guess things aren't quite so bad
Still everybody must get rehab
Track Name: MONDO Vanilli - I Wanna Be Your Radio (1992)
I wanna steal your radio
Sacrifice your fingers to an electric fence
I torture you in future tense staccato
And come back home and rest in bed all day

I've got techniques for ecstasy
Keeping them under the hat stand
Let's whip 'em out
And see if anything fits on your head

I wanna steal your radio
Capture you on a hard disc drive
Save you and make a million copies
Give one to each of my friends

I inverted the very color of being
But you -- you weren't there

I wanna be your radio
Sire wire fire and inspire you (cyber cyber)
Flick the switch that renders you insane
Come back home and rest in bed all day (cyber cyber)
I wanted to be Salvador Dali
I wanted to be dead and unreasonable
Let's grieve in concentric circles
To make the night release your brain

I wanna be your radio
Now I wanna be your radio
Track Name: Party Dogs - Gut Sandwich (1982)
I went out tonight
Just to see the light
Got a helping of
Gut sandwich
I didn’t ask for it
Person in a dish
Art for arts’ sake
Cut the birthday cake

I don’t feel right
I think it’s the flu
Went to the phone and I might give someone a call
Phone is ringing anyway
Shower and a shave
Someone’s guts sandwiching again across the front page
I don’t feel right
I think it’s the flu
Went to the phone and I might give someone a call

If it doesn’t drive me crazy
If it doesn’t make you crazy
Is it my health again or is it something in the air
If I look out my window
I might see a constellation
Someone’s screaming out there I hope she’s only joking
If it doesn’t drive me crazy
If it doesn’t make you crazy
Is it my health again or is it something in the air

I went out tonight
Just to see the light
Got a helping of
Gut sandwich
I didn’t ask for it
Person in a dish
Art for arts’ sake
Cut the birthday cake
I went out tonight
Just to see the light
Got a helping of
Gut sandwich
Track Name: MONDO Vanilli - IOU Babe (1994)
Afterrnoon of the living deadpan (dead Pan)
Don't forget to bring your bedpan
We're telling jokes that kill
Don't forget to bring your pills
Took the lawyers several months just to write an i.o.u. babe

It takes so many horrible workers just to build a single beat
It takes so many horrible lovers just to put me on my feet
Should I write an i.o.u. babe
We're all born to original debt
Write it off to appropriation
What you see is what you get

Afternoon at the Holiday Inn
All the bands are named MONDO Vanilli
They're playing songs to make you relax
We're laughing in the back

Took the chauffeur several hours just to write an i.o.u. babe
(How you gonna baste the turkey if you don't have any stuffing?!)

It takes so many well paid servants just to find a decent place to eat
It takes so many local hookers just to keep me from falling asleep
Should I write an i.o.u. babe or can you find the joke
And when you're done with the lawsuit
Be sure to slaughter the goat god